Текст песни: Mobb Deep - Violators








* just to be clear, l boogie does +not+ in this case refer to lauryn hill



[swizz beatz]

Lets get it started, get it started

Lets keep it started, keep it started

Yeah, yeah, violater the album

Go, go, go!!



[l boogie]

This is for my mob and my thug niggas

Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website violate the club niggas

Screaming what, what niggas, yall a bunch of but niggas

Always want figures but never play the cut niggas

Talk mad shit but never put up niggas

Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas

Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it

Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet

Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it

Shame on your label, for trying to let you eat at my seat

When they know I call my name at this table

Im gon always be here, and yall always gonna fear

The bronx making them recoreds cause we always prepared

Got sons you dont know about, ones you dont know about

Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out

What!!



[swizz beatz]

It aint over, it aint over, aint over



[sonja blade]

Im the one wit the chrome and the clothes

Drop flows from the dome , wit the ice got the price of a home and a lobe

Sonja blad-e, just so you know baby (yeah)

Hold eighty roll through you and your old lady

How rich this dough made me, gold az matching the navie

Shit you wont find at old navy, two hundred zero ad

Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit

Same chick from the ? , pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything five and six

Height five six, jeans five six, benz green five and six keep me five or sixed

We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah)

So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh)

Im touching keys like pianos to getting dough like tony soprano



[noreaga]

Yo my niggas is on the same level Im on

You ask me why Im melvin flynt Im doing a porn

Ay yo yall niggas is faker then a three dollar bill

And I dont shoot to bust yo I shoot to kill

Whats going on yo, the jumpoff and jump off flow

Yo Im in five o, o, o, yo pass that hoe

After you get done wit it, yo let me hit it

Bitches know how I come, I bring the cock wit it

All of the thug piece you know I gotta rock wit it

I ear plane the hoe like I cockpitted

Yo I love my niggas, dont love no chicks

I like to light the blunts then order my licks

Foundation motherfucker like the bottom of bricks

Im from iraq nigga wit domican hits

Peurto rican motherfuckers yo yall fake they fits

Violator motherfucker



[mysonne]

Yo, yo

I told these niggas from the gitty up

Yall give me sixteen yo Ill tear this whole city up

And niggas dont believe then tell em put fifty up

All bets is down, all my thugs do dirt, all our tecs spit rounds

My ? playas disrespected clowns

Bringing guns, weed and coke to connected towns

See I pop niggas like corn, and real killers do killings wit the lights on

I knock em out, cause I dont like to fight long

Remember me lefty gun up in my right palm

Its mysonne, see mysonne is the one that knock on your door

You open up, you see a whore wit the glock to your jaw

See mysonne is the one that hit the blocks wit the raw

For his money, mysonne air the block wit the four

Yall cowards dont want war, yall cant stand pain

Cop you some gators, drink champane

Cause when it comes to the street shit, I let the heat lift

Murder scene police lines nigga white sheet shit

Yall roll wit niggas, Im the one they roll wit

Yall go get niggas, Im the one they go get

Yall niggas dont want nothing to do wit me

Cause I spit guns and rhymes like theirs two of me

Motherfucker



[prodigy]

Niggas cant be serious, we wear guns like clothes

But only show em when its time to blow em in bulk

We been through way worse then war, razor fights and more

Left niggas wit leaks, holes and wide jaw

Be the quiet storm, appear how you wanna scale bar

Check out your weight, see if its worth to war

We did the street life yall niggas just got involved

My appetite for guns is similar to carnivores

Dislike me you head on, fight me you dead wrong

Cause now a days you only get wet wit my dead on

Dont let this song push you, the fourth hit you

Have you keyed up gasping for breath on the floor cripple

Infamous we take it to the extremes my words

Especially when a nigga mistake me for herb

Get buried over words, Im loose wit the dessy bird

I can show ready or tell, yall niggas heard



[busta rhymes]

Now gitty up now, its lighting horse back saddleing

Rob beaches like we rowing a boat and we paddleing

Down a stream of water, wet any nigga challeging

Blow one all in your knee cap leave you staggering

Scrambling cause theirs a whole lot of shit we be handling

My hands all in the money, fuck it we dibble and dabbling

Got you imageing how this could really all be happeing

My landscape of live niggas stretch from here to maryland

Blaw put one in a nigga who be rambling

And blow a hundred thou if yall niggas is really gambling

Gritty niggas feel the snap pop leaving it crackling

You know the bouncer keep all of my live niggas wild wit him

Traveling to see niggas from howard through grambling

Ha round up my niggas to form a large gathering

Yo rattling niggas who walk badlimp

Beat you in the same place till the blues start blacking

C-e-o niggas stay genaral managing

Flipmode throwing those heavy bundles we carrying

Yo analyze my many live niggas cramming it

We throw a three pointer, while yall niggas throwing javelins

Sweating your whole shit, feel your clothes dampeing

Dancing in a line of four wheel drives we lamping

The ? arms length up in the draw paneling

Or unraveling the truth on how niggas remain champions

Ha, ha, ha



[busta rhymes]

Flipmode, violator, we always silence shit

Fuck is wrong wit yall

Cut that shit off now

Cut it off nigga

Cut it off nigga

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* just to be clear, l boogie does +not+ in this case refer to lauryn hill



[swizz beatz]

Lets get it started, get it started

Lets keep it started, keep it started

Yeah, yeah, violater the album

Go, go, go!!



[l boogie]

This is for my mob and my thug niggas

Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website violate the club niggas

Screaming what, what niggas, yall a bunch of but niggas

Always want figures but never play the cut niggas

Talk mad shit but never put up niggas

Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas

Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it

Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet

Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it

Shame on your label, for trying to let you eat at my seat

When they know I call my name at this table

Im gon always be here, and yall always gonna fear

The bronx making them recoreds cause we always prepared

Got sons you dont know about, ones you dont know about

Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out

What!!



[swizz beatz]

It aint over, it aint over, aint over



[sonja blade]

Im the one wit the chrome and the clothes

Drop flows from the dome , wit the ice got the price of a home and a lobe

Sonja blad-e, just so you know baby (yeah)

Hold eighty roll through you and your old lady

How rich this dough made me, gold az matching the navie

Shit you wont find at old navy, two hundred zero ad

Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit

Same chick from the ? , pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything five and six

Height five six, jeans five six, benz green five and six keep me five or sixed

We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah)

So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh)

Im touching keys like pianos to getting dough like tony soprano



[noreaga]

Yo my niggas is on the same level Im on

You ask me why Im melvin flynt Im doing a porn

Ay yo yall niggas is faker then a three dollar bill

And I dont shoot to bust yo I shoot to kill

Whats going on yo, the jumpoff and jump off flow

Yo Im in five o, o, o, yo pass that hoe

After you get done wit it, yo let me hit it

Bitches know how I come, I bring the cock wit it

All of the thug piece you know I gotta rock wit it

I ear plane the hoe like I cockpitted

Yo I love my niggas, dont love no chicks

I like to light the blunts then order my licks

Foundation motherfucker like the bottom of bricks

Im from iraq nigga wit domican hits

Peurto rican motherfuckers yo yall fake they fits

Violator motherfucker



[mysonne]

Yo, yo

I told these niggas from the gitty up

Yall give me sixteen yo Ill tear this whole city up

And niggas dont believe then tell em put fifty up

All bets is down, all my thugs do dirt, all our tecs spit rounds

My ? playas disrespected clowns

Bringing guns, weed and coke to connected towns

See I pop niggas like corn, and real killers do killings wit the lights on

I knock em out, cause I dont like to fight long

Remember me lefty gun up in my right palm

Its mysonne, see mysonne is the one that knock on your door

You open up, you see a whore wit the glock to your jaw

See mysonne is the one that hit the blocks wit the raw

For his money, mysonne air the block wit the four

Yall cowards dont want war, yall cant stand pain

Cop you some gators, drink champane

Cause when it comes to the street shit, I let the heat lift

Murder scene police lines nigga white sheet shit

Yall roll wit niggas, Im the one they roll wit

Yall go get niggas, Im the one they go get

Yall niggas dont want nothing to do wit me

Cause I spit guns and rhymes like theirs two of me

Motherfucker



[prodigy]

Niggas cant be serious, we wear guns like clothes

But only show em when its time to blow em in bulk

We been through way worse then war, razor fights and more

Left niggas wit leaks, holes and wide jaw

Be the quiet storm, appear how you wanna scale bar

Check out your weight, see if its worth to war

We did the street life yall niggas just got involved

My appetite for guns is similar to carnivores

Dislike me you head on, fight me you dead wrong

Cause now a days you only get wet wit my dead on

Dont let this song push you, the fourth hit you

Have you keyed up gasping for breath on the floor cripple

Infamous we take it to the extremes my words

Especially when a nigga mistake me for herb

Get buried over words, Im loose wit the dessy bird

I can show ready or tell, yall niggas heard



[busta rhymes]

Now gitty up now, its lighting horse back saddleing

Rob beaches like we rowing a boat and we paddleing

Down a stream of water, wet any nigga challeging

Blow one all in your knee cap leave you staggering

Scrambling cause theirs a whole lot of shit we be handling

My hands all in the money, fuck it we dibble and dabbling

Got you imageing how this could really all be happeing

My landscape of live niggas stretch from here to maryland

Blaw put one in a nigga who be rambling

And blow a hundred thou if yall niggas is really gambling

Gritty niggas feel the snap pop leaving it crackling

You know the bouncer keep all of my live niggas wild wit him

Traveling to see niggas from howard through grambling

Ha round up my niggas to form a large gathering

Yo rattling niggas who walk badlimp

Beat you in the same place till the blues start blacking

C-e-o niggas stay genaral managing

Flipmode throwing those heavy bundles we carrying

Yo analyze my many live niggas cramming it

We throw a three pointer, while yall niggas throwing javelins

Sweating your whole shit, feel your clothes dampeing

Dancing in a line of four wheel drives we lamping

The ? arms length up in the draw paneling

Or unraveling the truth on how niggas remain champions

Ha, ha, ha



[busta rhymes]

Flipmode, violator, we always silence shit

Fuck is wrong wit yall

Cut that shit off now

Cut it off nigga

Cut it off nigga

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